Monica and I were talking on Friday about things that we wanted to do before dying. Ten years ago I would have—and did—think in terms of activities: traveling, white water rafting, etc—adventure seeking. Now I realize that I have one real goal which I have been toying with for years—I want to write a book, and not just any book, but a novel, or better yet, a poem, such as Gogol's Dead Souls.
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